Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.